To say this week has been hard is an understatement. Instead of Davy getting progressively better each day, I would say she got progressively worse. By Friday we only had one dose left of Davy's Tylenol with codeine and I started stressing. So I called Dr. J and told him what was going on. He advised me to try using ibuprofen with regular Tylenol first and if it wasn't enough then to call him. He also told me that he was not surprised by her still being in a lot of pain, because her surgery was not your average clefty repair. Poor Davy, she was just miserable. There were only two things we could do to distract her. One was taking her for a walk. I have walked her all over town....twice. And when I couldn't walk anymore, Scott did. Then we walked together, until finally Davy decided she no longer was distracted. It felt like I walked a marathon on saturday.
The other thing that would distract Davy was, funny enough, Yo gabba. We could get a good ten minutes of no crying from it. And when your baby is crying all day ten minutes is a gift. I told Scott that he needed to pat himself on the back for a job well done. Then I sent a message to Lance telling him he was an angel straight from heaven for making Davy happy today.
Tomorrow morning we are going back to Choc to have Davy's sutures removed. It's pretty much a mini surgery. So tonight we start the process all over again. No milk past 2am, wake up at 5am, fill out paper work, watch the nurses try to put an Iv in and have her be put under anesthesia. But this time I think I will be able to sleep in the waiting room, cuz man.........I'm exhausted.